by greyarea » Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:09 pm
A "Modest" Contribution...
Father Dobrun smiles at you. "A modest contribution is determined by you, not by the Church, although we recommend five percent of your receipts from your adventuring. You see, we will gladly perform the ceremony, regardless, but the hand of the ever-loving and ever-giving Good Earth is tipped by generosity of those that seek Her assistance. His will and power are infinite but She looks more kindly on those that are generous and compassionate to His Church. Just as She demands sacrifice of our time and labor, He also demands a measure of coin to serve His purposes here. A show of Good Faith through charity to Her Church displays a commitment to His Holy Work and She will gladly work through me and the congregation to allow for a successful ceremony. A poor farmer once paid but a single copper and a chicken for the revival of his son, and the Good Earth smiled upon him and returned his son to life. A wealthy shopkeeper, on the other-hand, paid a handsome sum for the life of his wife but this was a mere trifle to his vast riches and not enough to satisfy the Good Earth. You see, I do not determine the price, but the Good Earth sees your action and your heart and determines if it is enough."
He turns from you and calls to his acolytes. "Serk! Oliver! Go to their cart and retrieve the bodies of their friends. Please wash and prepare them for the Ceremony of the Raising of the Dead. When the congregation meets again tomorrow, we can perform the ceremony then."
Serk, or so you assume since he turned when the Father called his name, seems excited to do the work. He grabs the other, Oliver it would seem, and they both move with purpose to the cart outside the great doors. Father Dobrun turns back to you.
"Do not over-trouble yourselves with this. Merely ask yourselves what value you place on the lives of your friends. You are asking of the Good Earth a mighty work, He does not raise the dead every day, you know, and She deserves to be compensated as your means allow, don't you think?"
He nods and smiles at you some more, ever patient.
Father Dobrun is an elderly but vigorous man with a commanding presence. He is neither portly nor wan: he seems to eat enough but is no glutton. He and the acolytes are dressed simply and, if their rough hands are an indication, live simply as well. The only extravagance you see in the temple are the holy symbols, which appear to be of great value. All else is simple, although well kept.
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